The Remains of Emotion

I’ve been called a masterpiece,
I’ve been called obsessed;
I’ve been referred to as psycho,
and regarded as magic;

I’ve been ignored 
by those who hold my heart;
I’ve been fawned over by strangers 
when they’re a bit drunk;

I’ve been called an idiot,
I’ve been called intense;
It’s been said that I’m crazy 
and the next minute that I make sense;

I’ve been cast aside,
I’ve been told I’ve saved a life;
I’ve been completely ignored 
when I really needed help;

I’ve saved all the emotions 
I’ve bottled them up;
I’ve since let them become ashes; 
The remains of all the letters I’ll never send.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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